Wetwork (Dominion Tier 2 Dom of Mirial and Krayiss 2)

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Owazza drew in a deep breath as the vessel touched down on the surface of Mirial. The doors opened with a loud hiss, a small horde of men jogging out onto the pavement. Owazza followed them closely, his bowcaster hanging from a strap along his back. One of the green-skinned near-humans came outside to meet the men. He waved the gathering over into one of the nearby buildings - a worn down factory by the looks of it.

Within, the elements of a resistance had formed. Speeders outfitted with E-Web cannons idled in the center of the room. Men, women, and older children bustled from one corner of the warehouse to the next, all carrying crates of munitions or medical supplies. The Mirilian that had waved the men inside gestured toward an older member of his race. The man had a face of weathered oak that was made to look many years older by the long white beard that hung from his chin.

"We were wondering when you would arrive," the man spoke, "My name is Garithen, and I'm in charge of this little operation. It's good that you've come."

Owazza stepped forward. "<We could not have ignored your call. I am Commander Owazza, and these are my compatriots. We will assist you however we can.>"

The Mirilian seemed to have trouble following the wookie's words, but he managed. "Good. We're on a tight schedule and fighting has already broken out at the city center, so I'll be brief. Korik Talorin, head of clan Talorin, is holed up in the capital building. He has men loyal to his rule fighting throughout the city, and the Mandalorians from his clan have gathered at the capital. It is there that the fighting is the thickest," Garithen sighed, "Their line is strong. We need you to break it."

Owazza simply nodded. "<Whatever is required elder, we only need transportation.>" The Wookie looked back to his team, "<Are we all ready boys?>"

 

[Tarok]

Post:1
Tarok glanced over at his new companions these were the men he could die with today. He just got out of his chair body stable, blaster at his side. "I'm as ready as I will get let's just load up." with that Tarok boarded the nearest speeder.

 

[Drox Fuga]

Post: 1

Drax was in his blacked out Dominion Special Forces Armor that resembled that of the rebels of old. He walked off the ramp and followed the Wookie that he was told to follow. Drax had read the mission report about this mission, the DSB sent him to secure travel for the new weapons for these so called Militia Freedom Fighters. Once they got the weapons, he was to follow the direct orders of the Wookie. It was weird to get orders such as that, but DSB always had a reason.

Drax walked up to the Wookie and talked to the Elder. "The weapons the Dominion promised are here, blasters and power cells to arm at least three legion." These were taken off some dead smugglers and old Mandalorian Outpost so the Dominion wasn't loosing much needed supplies. "Let me unload these weapons and catch up with you."

 

[Arken Lussk]

Post: [01/20]

Arken had volunteered for this. The Dominion had called for willing souls to help assist in the resistance efforts on Mirial, where rogue Mandalorian clans had holed up and began to torment the denizens, pillage, and do whatever they liked. Sedaire had no idea he'd come, but he was no official Jedi just yet. This whole ordeal was prior to his training, and at Jarvis's behest, volunteered to come assist and kick some shebs into the dirt after all they'd done.

He was following his father's footsteps. He'd fought Mandalorians all his life, now it was time for Arken.

"Speculation: I wonder if how many organics there are for me to vaporize." Jarvis mused next to his master. Arken grinned, nervously thumbing the DL-44 blaster pistol in his hip holster. He'd never killed before. He prayed Jarvis would so he didn't half to.

 

[Shorarri]

Post: 1

Shorarri fingered his bow caster boredly. His free hand dug round in his satchel, feeling for the bolts that he new would be there. He withdrew a handful and began to load his rifle. As the ship touched ground, the doors slid open with a hiss. Shorarri exited the craft with his companions and found himself on a world with grey skies and barren land. Ahead of him was an old factory, which seemed like it had been long since abandoned. Shorarri watched as his kin Owazza spoke with the local chieftain and was surprised when the old man understood their language. The old man ushered them to several speeders outfitted with weapons and Shorarri growled in approval. [I am ready Chieftain!] Shorarri roared

 

[Darth Kentarch]

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Kentarch jumped down off the vessel that brought him planet-side. Clad in red robes, his hand gripping his lightsaber, he followed the Wookie [member="Owazza"] who brandished a bowcaster.

"Give me a sitrep." He said over the comms to the Dolos Agents, who were conveniently providing intelligence in high orbit in the stealth ship Black Mercury. As Kentarch entered the old factory a reply came in over the comms. "The immediate area is clear of any possible hostiles. Be advised the situation may deteriorate rapidly."

The former Sith studied the resistance and what resources they had managed to gather. Then his gaze fixed on the Mirilian who spoke, then to the other members of the Dominion task force who arrived to support this revolution. "We need to take the Capital as soon as possible, as it will legitimize the resistance effort on the planet."

 

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"<Calm yourself child. We work to free these people, I need you focused.>" The Wookie Warlord spoke, his meaty hand coming to rest on [member="Arken Lussk"]'s shoulder. His lips pulled back in some imitation of a human's smile, and the Wookie found himself nodding to his own words. His attentions turned to @Shorarri. "<It is an honor to have you with me brother. I do not mind the company of aliens, but it has been far too long since I fought alongside my own blood.>"

The Wookie's raised an a fist up into the air following his words, an excited roar thundering from his massive lungs. Some of the other wookies present followed suit, and a cheer came from the Mirilian rebels. "<Mister Fuga, you shall be my second on this outing. Mister Altman,>" the wookie turned toward the sorcerer. "<I agree. I am counting on you to use that glowstick properly. It will send out enemies running with piss trails dripping from their legs!>"

Owazza bellowed a thunderous laugh as he pulled himself into one of the armored speeders. A hand clapped on [member="Tarok"]'s shoulder. "<And you, brother, we will prevent another Atrisia. Never again will that horror be repeated.>"

The speeder roared to life.

"<Everyone aboard! We move for the capital!"> Once the members of the strike team had boarded, the speeder would take off for the capital. The army of the Mirilian resistance would follow behind them: the Dominion's chosen were the tip of the spear.

 

[Tarok]

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Tarok pushed the wookies hand of him no one was to touch him. "We can't prevent what we cannot control the force wills it." Tarok let out a deep breath "Just drive the speeder." Tarok sat there waiting now hands covering his face his nerves getting to him.

 

[Arken Lussk]

Post: [02/20]

Nervousness wasn't like him. He had always been that star child; great at sports and schooling, well-mannered, and mature far beyond his years. But now, his hands were trembling as if he were just a babe. Arken tried his best to imitate Jarvis's mechanical silence but he was simply too human for that. Sure he'd acquired some new cool shield thing that hooked on his belt and had also recently stumbled upon an old blaster pistol, but had no more protection other than that typical dark green flight suit of his.

"Sorry," Arken mumbled. "I won't let you down, @Owazza."

And with that, he and his automated companion boarded the speeder with haste and prepared for the forthcoming battle.

 

[Shorarri]

Post: 2

[Yes, and it is fortuitous to be fighting along side the famous War Chief Owazza as well! We will bring great honor to our people!] Shorarri growled in reply and as the rest of the Wookiees cried out their war chant Shorarri did not hesitate to join in. With bow caster raised into the air he let a terrible bellow, that meant he was truly ready for battle. Shorarri lowered his blaster and approached a speeder. He noticed it was modified for war, which would suit their purpose nicely. Shorarri vaulted into the back seat and mounted the E-web. He was ready for whatever may come their way.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

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We're going to need to pick up a lot of slack. Kentarch thought to himself. Mandalorians knew how to fight and were usually well equipped. He hoped this tactic about cutting the head of snake would work,

The wookie spoke to him about his glowstick, Kentarch smirked to himself and reframed from shaking his head. "Lightsaber." He replied to the glowstick comment. He would be more confident about this assault if it wasn't done on combat speeder. Speeder jockeys have the brains of a charging gundark, and Kentarch hated flying.

Kentarch jumped on board the speeder behind @Owazza. "Try not to get us all killed."

 

[Drox Fuga]

Post: 2

Drax looked over to the new commander, [member="Owazza"], a respected member of the Dominion Higher Alliance. His record was perfect in a military stand point, a diplomat however this wookie was not, though he didn't know many to begin with. This was moving at a pace he was not use to, he didn't have time to move the rebels into a more favorable attack position. Now he was named second in command. He looked to one of the other DSB Agents that attended with him. This was a Covert Mission so no Dominion Legion would help and no Captital Ships were in orbit to provide support.

"Roger that commander," Drax handed the blaster he was handing out to the Agent. "I'll take the second squad and follow you into the capital, it against protocol to have both command branches in the same vehicle." Drox jumped in the second speeder and followed behind the other unit with some rebels that were providing support and directions.

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 1

As she hustled from the dropship to the speeder, Grace mentally wondered why she was standing on the front lines. It's what the Dominion needs. They were helping others, building strength until they could repay the GA for Atrisia. Until then, she simply did as was required. This was part of that. Her mind flashed back to the image of a sky ripped asunder, and she shuttered. Nothing like that would happen here, she was sure of that.

After all, they only had one Sith Lord to kill.

Climbing onto one of the leading speeder's few remaining seats, the Vahla tried her best to get the new armor to sit comfortably. She still wasn't used to it, but she figured it would be able to at least stop a stray blaster bolt.

 

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"<You do not need to shoot if you do not wish to. Only reassure the soldiers.>" Owazza said, patting Arken once more on the shoulder as the speeder whirred to life. He responded to [member="Tarok"]'s cold reply with a simple nod. "<I apologize. I know of your wounds, Mister Tarok. I was not thinking.>" The Wookie offered an apologetic shrug and turned back to look at @Shorarri. "<We will show these Mandalorians the error of their ways Mister Shorarri. Our people are not famed for our stature alone.>"

With that, Owazza turned his attentions to driving. He did well to keep [member="Drox Fuga"]'s speeder within sight as they flew into the city. Most roads were blocked by debris, and smoke seemed to curl up from every corner of the capital. Bodies in various states of decay were strewn about the street. Hover tanks and similar craft guarded chosen check points; the rebels had captured a large portion of the city already. Ahead, Owazza could hear the sounds of fighting.

"<Glowstick, lightsaber, what does it matter?>" The wookie barked. A stray missile soared by the speeder and crashed into a nearby building. The explosion that followed rocked the speeder, but it retained its course. Ahead, dozens of Mirilian soldiers fought in the middle of the central plaza. They combated hordes of their loyalist brethren, but they were vastly outnumbered. Mandalorian warriors held positions from rooftops, and walkers bearing the marking of Clan Talorin annihilated anything that drew too close.

Owazza let forth a murderous howl as their speeder flew toward the entrance of the plaza. With practiced hands, he managed to evade spurts of fire from the walkers, the speeder flying between two of the lumbering metal giants toward the line of Mandalorian infantry that guarded the road leading to the capital building.

"<Rip them apart Shorarri!>" Owazza boomed. The speeder began to slow as it prepared to bowl through the infantry line. If successful, it would come to a stop behind a shattered building in the Mandalorian backline. "<Hurry brothers and sisters! Jedi, Sith, draw their fire with your glowsticks!>"

 

[Shorarri]

Post: 3

Shorarri sat patiently as the speeder hovered along. The city had become a war torn mess. Craters pocketed the earth, bodies lie everywhere, and smoke plumed forth from hundreds of the buildings that made up the city. Vastly outnumbered the resistance fought honorably against the hordes of the loyalist. As they drew closer to the city proper great hulking Mandalorian war machines began to take up the streets. They fired at the speeder and Owazza dodged the hail of enemy fire expertly. Shorarri let out a defiant roar as he returned fire. Blasting anything that wasn't flying resistance colors.

 

[Arken Lussk]

Post: [03/20]

Combat wasn't his thing, or so he assumed. It was in his blood to enjoy battle, to gain honor from it. Father had spent his entire life waging war, as had both of his grandparents. House Lussk was born and shaped by war. As for Arken, he hadn't so much as raised a hand in fury. Teras kasi lessons as a child were his only source of controlled violence that father had allowed - that, and countless video games that so inhabited his beloved datapad. He'd even heard that some new Andromeda game had came out; he needed to get that.

"Observation: Rocket propelled projectile incoming; recommend evasive maneuvers." Jarvis reported mechanically, snapping his blaster rifle up into his steel should to return accurate fire. "Organic annihilated. Switching targets."

The rocket whizzed past them and exploded, spraying them with shrapnel and debris. The speeder veered to the side, avoiding much of the shrapnel until it came to a stop. A cold, strong hand gripped his shoulder. Arken looked up to see Jarvis peering at him, tugging on his arm. He nodded.

If he couldn't do anything, Jarvis would take it upon himself to drag the boy around the city whether he liked it or not.

He inhaled sharply, leapt out of the speeder and unholstered the pistol with unpracticed fingers.

 

[Drox Fuga]

Drax and his newly found Rebel friends were in a speeder that was following, [member="Owazza"] . He ordered the rebel driver to cut it short where the other Rebels were firing blind. His allies needed proper fire support and the rebels needed a purpose and leadership, as second, Drax did what was needed.

He stepped off the speeder and pulled out the blaster long rifle and stared to pick off some of the laser cannon operators. As he did this he stood in plain view of the average soldiers. This gave them a little courage and Drax yelled out his orders, "Fight for your homeland, move forward you dogs of war, send these Mandos back to their Homeworld in pine boxes." With this it gave the distraction and chaos that the Wookie and his allies needed to spread the enemies lines.

He moved to his allies with the Rebels following in close behind him.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Post 3

Kentarch tensed up as the speeder barreled towards the capital. As a missile streaked by and exploded in a nearby building rocking the speeder. This is why I hate flying, he thought. "May I remind you this all hinges on us not dying." He shouted at the wookie.

As the speeder stopped Kentarch used a force propelled leap to jump out onto the plaza. A crimson blade came to life in his hand. As he landed on his feet Kentarch batted away the blaster bolts and incoming fire that come from enemy Mandalorian forces. "Suppressing Fire. I can't block them all indefinitely." He shouted at the team. One of the blaster bolts deflected managed to be redirected into the face of a mando soldier.

"Take your time we got all day!" Kentarch said sarcastically.

 

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A cannon round spat up permacrete and dust into the air. Owazza reached up to draw his goggles over his eyes, a war cry thundering from his chest. He raised his bowcaster up toward the nearest Mandalorian position and pulled the trigger. The massive weapon barked in reply, and the sound of a screaming man followed shortly thereafter. The cannon ceased firing. Grinning, the warlord turned to Shorarri. "<We will move toward the main line, kill as many as we can. That will distract them long enough for our allies to break through!"> Owazza bellowed, holding his weapon up high to draw attention toward himself. The action succeeded, considering the amount of rifle rounds that spattered near him after the fact.

Cursing, Owazza grabbed [member="Shorarri"] by his furry arm and dragged him down behind an overturned speeder. "<Their cannons cause us much trouble,>" he growled. "<We must do away with them. I will draw their attention, and you will shoot the gunner.>"

Owazza poked his head out to stare at the two E-Web cannons stationed along the capital's steps. "<Can you do that?>" He asked, lowering down behind cover.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

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Necropsi observe.
Interest had been gained now.
Dominion Expands.

Friend or foe? Depends.
From afar all would reveal.
Endurance of mind.

Mirial and Krayiss.
Wait patiently for the day.
Prepare for saviors.